Zimbabwe, Rhodesia
Drive in movie theatre
Toyota Cressida, heavy metal speakerDon′t kill the messenger
Henry Kissinger, my album's only feature
Xeroxed visas, a world passport
Home where the hatred is, no mystery God
All data lost, spirit roaming
Beast versus harlot at the garden
Sucking tongue under starlight
My six-headed bride, black on both sides
Purged before birth, numb before thirst
The happiest Africans
How I started my verse for Live Aid (85)
Rehearsed for "We Are The World"
And got cut for Chris Hayes (super high)
Had Belafonte coughing off that uptown church, that Bouday (wide-eyed)
I went to the edge of earth, sun-burnt, black as Pompeii
White women with pepper spray in they purse
Interpolating Beyoncé (illegal formations)
Your money′s no good here
No good
On face or name, logged away
I might remember, I might ask again
I be everywhere
What blessings is, what curses come
Air feels thick
The end is a six letter story
Green eyes, I'ma see you next lifetime
Something on the stove if you hungry
I think I might've left in my right mind
Why I still gotta dress for a thought crime?
Camouflage vest, don′t you cross ties
Thinking that you will, but you won′t, but you won't, oh
Poking out my third and my fourth eye
I was born on the fifth day, my drink cold and my fish fried
Spin out in every which way
I been through, I been inside
The rock pays in scale diagrams
Coke out the sky, rocks big as your hand
A Gulfstream five that don′t ever land
CIA scams, revolutionary plans
Overlapping Venn diagrams, overlapping
The hammer fell out your man's waistband grappling
Anything can happen if you tryna make it happen
Get head (head) tapped (tapped) tryna get it cracking
Mind cracked open, seeing all the patterns
Was a time would′ve been oracles and seers
Now madmen squatting in caves
Trains crashing through caverns
Stick figures hunting mammoth
Crude language, dick suck glyphs on tablets
Bushmen watch the world come off balance
The sky tumble
Hunter-gatherers, watching black giants walk out the jungle
Alien in spaceships
Low clouds sit, heavy with lightning
Men pregnant with death, frightened at the quickening
It totters on unsteady legs, boy, you invited to the christening
Your money's no good here
No good
Declined
